i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

have you read

...

whats your name?

that looks like my instagram account

god being the centre magnet

your feed looks like my tumblr

thank you

is everyoneback on tumblr now

yeah

feel you

not so on: yvf(wthw)

send your tumblr

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

plato

yeah

is this you as well

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

isaac newton

i want to do that too

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

hello reader,

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

isaac

2 (actually index). two is company

Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.

Pimlico Rats

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities